If someone had bothered looking at the "slave bodyguards" they would have noticed that all of them were identical except for their scalp hair--all fou... had different hairstyles and haircuts. They wore slave collars and were barefoot.Hank was professionally dressed for a presentation in a dark pinstripe suit, contrasting striped shirt and a print tie. One would have to be very near Hank to see that his tie was tastefully printed with tiny cartoon characters. A pair of black wing-tip shoes. One seemed edgy, bordering on belligerent, and asked me questions I preferred not to answer. The other was too young, too innocent. I told them both that they would not be joining us that night. I had three men lined up to come to the room at 8.00. The Arranger was the last I met in the bar, so we sat together longer than the others. He asked me whether there were some things I would rather not happen, as well as things I yearned for. He suggested that when we get to the room, I strip down to. Meri excitement ka aalam to yeh tha ki unse baat karte karte mera land khada ho jaata tha. Mera man to karta tha ki khali ghar hai pakad ke chod dun par dosto meri fat-ti thi ki kahin bhabhi bura na maan jaye and meri gand tudwa de. Par dheere dheere time beet-ta gya and hum kaafi khul kar baat karne lage. Vo kai baar mujhse poochti ki tumhari koi girlfrind nahi hai kya jo din bhar yahin room par pade rehte ho to mai keh deta tha ki nhi bhabhi . Par vo meri baat par vishwas nhi karti thi kehti. "There were no men." Fear flickered in my chest. When Clara unbound me, I sat up and rubbed my wrists. The rope had left bright red marks on my light caramel skin. "But... Hanson and Gregory were set to guard—" I was quickly cut off by the arrival of my two vampire guards. Both Clara and James were quickly tossed aside by the strength of the fiends. James left with my friend's in his arms, clearly to make sure they were no trouble when they came to. Gregory came charging toward me, and I flung.